And this sun, whose earliest rays formerly made me resound
Like a stone that clangs against bronze, why, let it rise!
I would as soon see the lung of a cow that floats at the door of a slaughter-house!
Yes, and like an insensible trunk of coral,
I could see my limbs drop from me.
Why should I live? I have no concern with life. I find no pleasure in existence. This is not good for me!
(He rises.
To-day!
To-day has come and I must show who I am! There is myself to think of! It must be done!
Alone against them all! I will march forward and I will maim with the blow of an armored fist the slimy muzzle of bestiality!